The Little One is eight months old. Eight months. And she’s really not interested in being a baby. From the beginning we noticed that she was a mover, and now I would barely be surprised if she were walking in the next four to six weeks.
Recent milestones include:
- getting her first tooth a couple weeks ago.
- beginning to say Mama around the same time, followed by Dada last week.
- standing at everything for the last month and a half or so, and just starting to walk along furniture and stand on her own.
- climbing the stairs (with me close behind). And she’s fast.
(Not too exciting for most of you, I’m sure, but I need someplace to record all this mommy stuff)!
Bridget loves her brother. LOVES. And she’s pretty crazy about Daddy too, though of course sometimes, only mama will do. Some of her other favorite things include jumping on the bed (with my assistance) with Jonas, pulling laundry out of the basket (especially Jonas’ underwear) and paper. She loves the crinkling sound and she loves to try to eat it.
The first two words that come to my mind to describe her at eight months are determined and joyful.